Lyrics
We the one, we be in the business, who they wanna be
Got a light, ten on me now, this is pocket cheese
I got big racks on me, singer wrote a statement
That mean that by a big rack, homie
I don't fuck with them, I don't fuck with him or them
Niggas don't even call me niggas, never knock them big ass bullies
Hot them bitches scalding niggas
Heard a nigga want it wrapped beef, I don't wrap beef
I just wrap peas, nigga fuck around I wrap the beef
And they got lil white ass right here on them Gucci beats
I want murder mayhem madness, nigga I don't want the peace
If you over twenty, without a twenty, me get out the street
Niggas eyes like bad, wholesale, bitch come shot with me
Put that money on it, here they spending just like Booker T
My young nigga ready to spin, he even cook him like Lil B
Tenfold uses wrist, he the bass guy, he don't know Lil B
Bitch ran back to the streets, went back to the O.N.G
Nigga wanna spin your block, bitch your ass won't be right there
Damn baby, how the fuck you get in, all up in your bridge
Same way you stuck them racks up in your shit, okay I get it
I got too much motion, you won't catch me with these city bitches
Nigga flipping jerseys in they last name like Loss of Pitcher
Niggas bitches, I can't get with it, I don't even wanna kick it
Made a pretty penny, my family proud, they know I get sticky
Niggas bitches, they just be talk, they don't do no spending
Cause they know this shit right here get wicked, I don't got no feelings
Serving in the building, I can't take no piss with customers
Niggas all talk, all noise, call them mufflers
Tell these niggas, get they trap up, think I'm drunk
Too many shots up in this black truck
Niggas know I tried to put the switcher on this show
But Vicky say one go, I would marry fuck
But I said fuck it, still went rock the show
Niggas know, play with me, I'll leave you cold
Eskimo, then I'll A my T5 Janet Dane, just to let you know
Ain't these niggas bitches, I just thought I'd let you know